Memorial Day Fever

The one thing that majorily sucks about a long holiday weekend is having to go back to work. Three gloriously long days off and then back to reality.

"We're just kidding. You don't really have this much free time. . .EVER."

That's the voice of the vacation Gods laughing in my general direction.

I did, however, have time to go to a friend's wedding reception (it was lovely), take a short jaunt up to my hometown and then do a thorough deep clean of the kitchen. While everything was wonderful, I probably felt best about the kitchen deep clean. It really needed a scrubbing. Of course, now my back is aching from being on the floor on my hands and knees, but what can you do?

On Saturday, I spent some time with some of my favorite non-Chef people in the world. One thing about my current place of employment is that it draws some of the nicest, coolest being I've ever met. We all grouped together for a picture, the past and present employees, and just being around the group made me happy. Whenever I get the calling for a new job, its going to be a bittersweet moment. Sweet because the set-up I currently have is not the most conducive to having the best outcome for my work and because I deserve bigger and better opportunities. Bitter because I'll be leaving some of the coolest people I've ever met.

Speaking of bigger and better opportunities, a side note here: I could be very close to getting one of these in the next week or so. If you have any spare good thoughts, send them my way. I'll take all the good energy I can get.

Yesterday I went to my Dad's house to visit some people. One of the families that I stayed with in Germany was in there on their vacation and I got a chance to hang out with them. Plus, as a BIG bonus, my very lovely and naughty grandmother was there (Naughty is part of her nickname, so don't think I was alluding to any current bad behavior.) One of my aunts also made an appearance, so that was a big bonus too. I love it when my family comes together.

We were all hanging out at my dad and his wife (I'm not calling out names for the protection of my identity--not any other reason). It was a nice afternoon. When my grandma was leaving I was directing her out of my dad's very packed driveway and I didn't do a very good job. She backed gently into my car and I felt horrible. I know that she felt bad, and still does because she is a very empathetic and wonderful lady. However, if there were any car there to hit, I'd have volunteered mine up gladly seeing as it is a 12 year old car and while it runs well (after a recent $800 fix up), its not that important how it looks. Plus she merely nudged it so only some minor paint damage was done. I know she feels bad and wants me to have it fixed, and I will do anything I can to make her happy, but I kind of like it. It gives my car some personality and a great conversation piece. I'm just saying.

Well, I guess I should get back to lounging in the few hours I have left before the alarm goes off.